I got another job this morning.
3-4 mornings a week, I’ll be watching two cute kids. They’re two and three, and seem to like the running-around-outside-playing-crazy-made-up-games that I specialize in. I can’t wait to get started.
This means, of course, that I’ve become much busier than I planned to be this summer. And I don’t mind. Maybe I should stop complaining about being busy and accept the fact that I like being busy. Laying around the house watching Downton Abbey episodes becomes tiring after about one day.
Now my summer is rich and varied and very, very anti-retail. Perfect.
In a few minutes I’ll be walking down to the grocery store (literally down a hill about three blocks) to pick up butter and chocolate chips. We’ve a twenty-first birthday to celebrate tonight, and I don’t plan on attending without a bag of baked goods under my elbow.
P.S. My back feels infinitely better today. Sorry for the grim post last night.